I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it. - George Eliot

So soon as Squire Cass's standing dishes diminished in plenty and freshness, his guests had nothing to do but to walk a little higher up the village to Mr. Osgood's, at the Orchards, and they found hams and chines uncut, pork-pies with the scent of the fire in them, spun butter in all its freshness — everything, in fact, that appetites at leisure could desire, in perhaps greater perfection, though not in greater abundance, than at Squire Cass's.

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?

Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.